The love that defined all odds のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 8

Natasha stormed into her mansion, the grand entrance swallowing the sharp sound of her heels as she tossed her bag onto the marble floor.Her mother—poised and polished—stood waiting in the foyer, her expression a perfect mask of concern and expectation.“Natasha, darling, we need to discuss Jason’s wedding,” she said, her voice smooth but firm. “This is already a done deal.”Natasha’s stomach twisted, a familiar knot forming deep inside her.“I won’t marry Argun,” she replied, her voice steady, though a hint of desperation slipped through.Her mother’s expression didn’t waver, but her eyes hardened slightly.“It’s arranged, Natasha. Your future is set. The Jasons are a powerful family, and this alliance will secure our business interests,” she said sharply.Natasha’s anger boiled over.“I hate this! I won’t be a business deal! Can’t I have a say in my own life?”Her mother’s tone turned cold, a warning edge creeping in.“Natasha, you are being dramatic and selfish. This is about more

Natasha practically fled the scene, leaving Michael standing there, confused.For the rest of the week, they avoided each other in class. Natasha stayed with her clique, while Michael kept to his art friends. The tension between them was thick and awkward—and their project began to suffer.Michael tried to talk to her after class.“Natasha, we need to talk,” he said.She turned to him with a look of disgust, then immediately faced Maya.“Let’s go. I don’t want to be surrounded by bad energy.”And just like that, she walked away with her friends.Michael stood there, gripping his sketchbook tightly.What’s her problem? he wondered.At home, dinner was tense.Natasha’s parents pushed harder, their patience clearly running out.Then her father dropped the bomb.“Natasha, Arjun Jason will escort you to the Winter Gala. We’ve finalized the plans,” he said coldly.Natasha’s grip on her chopsticks tightened.“I won’t go.”Her mother’s voice turned icy. “You will. This is bigger than your fee

Natasha checked her watch for the fifth time, tapping her foot impatiently. "Where's the driver?" she said still waiting for her driver. Michael chuckled, "Relax, he'll come".Just as he said that thunder rumbled, and rain poured down like someone turned on a faucet. Natasha squealed as Michael grabbed her hand. "come on!" I have an umbrella with me we can share. They dashed through the downpour, Michael's umbrella twisting inside out. Natasha laughed, her hair getting Wilder. "This is crazy!" she added.The wind whipped the umbrella away, and the ended up sprinting towards an old house, half- hidden by trees. Michael Yanked Natasha inside, slamming the door shut.They stood there, dripping wet, breathing hard. The house was silent, except for the rain pounding on the roof.Natasha shivered, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. "Guess we're stuck". she said almost in a whisper tone.Michael smiled, wiping water off his face. "For now". He replied looking around the house. As they w

Natasha tossed and turned all night, Arjun’s threats replaying in her head. She arrived at school early, hoping to catch Michael before classes started. Maybe he could help her understand what was going on.As she walked down the hallway, she spotted Michael laughing with his friends. But the moment he saw her approaching, his expression turned cold. He ignored her completely, walking past her like she was invisible.Natasha’s heart sank. What happened? Did Arjun get to him?She tried to catch his eye, but he was already gone, lost in the crowd.Classes dragged on, Natasha’s anxiety building with every passing minute.What did Arjun say to Michael? And why is he shutting me out? she wondered.The bell rang, signaling lunch.Natasha waited outside the classroom, determined to talk to him. When Michael walked out, he saw her… and kept walking.Natasha’s eyes narrowed.Her heels clicked sharply against the polished floor as she followed him.She chased him into the school courtyard, but